That's hilarious! But even then, he didn't necessarily bust his diet. It's calories in, calories out, as far as weight is concerned (not health - weight), and it can't really be any other way.
Dennis Scott was a great outside shooter. I think they had another guy after that who could bomb accurately from deep, but I forgot his name.
Sadly, I went to a home GT game at which Craig "Noodles" Neal had a great shooting game, and they beat us. He taunted the crowd afterward, and let's just say it wasn't received well. We did not like that guy ... of course, it's a lot easier to applaud a great performance by a visiting player when that valiant performance is part of an ultimately losing effort. But even then ... we really didn't like Noodles; I don't think we'd have applauded him even if he got 30/10/10 in a loss.
I don't think it reflects badly on K if his suitcoat didn't hold up to vigorously begging to differ. But for Jimmy V, consider the too-slim cut of men's clothing in his era.
"It's easy to grin, when your ship comes in, and you've got the stock market beat; but the man worth while, is the man who can smile, when his shorts are too tight in the seat.'"
I have heard the same story countless time, I believe it is true (although I cannot substantiate it), and I really want be believe it is true. With this said, were this to happen today, I suspect Maryland would receive some sort of NCAA violation for a player accepting unsanctioned monetary benefits.
My comment wasn't intended to indicate that Coach K's lack of ripping his jackets was a negative reflection on him. As a graduate of the West Point, one would expect him to behave just as he does.
The point I was making about Coach Valvano is that he was passionate and demonstrated it sometimes to predictable extreme.... thus the ripped clothing. This was a regular part of his time on the court.
I will never forget this display. Dennis ended up alone in Cameron at the end of warmups. He kept shooting and stepping back, never missing. Just unreal. The crazies were definitely into it. And Dennis was having a ball.
He actually would dribble around. He faked taking a few half court shots and the crowd would definitely gasp a little each time he did. Finally as he looked to be leaving, he stopped at helf court, whipped around and, nylon. He raised his arms and walked off the court to a standing O. In today's age this would have been caught on video and posted immediately on YouTube. Alas it in only seared in a few thousand kids brains.
"You shot the sheriff."
broke him up.
So, when I was at Duke, we used to throw tennis balls over the court while the players were warming up before the game. At any one time, there'd be three cans of balls popping over the court, and usually, each was confiscated by the Cameron Police. Funny thing is they never came out and said we couldn't throw them, so throw we did.
I did have a not-so-great interaction with Clemson's Horace Grant and the tennis ball that landed with me, so I'll leave it at that.
Tech had a guy who didn't seem like he could dunk (at all), at least in the warm-ups. Remember, back then we'd get into Cameron 1.5 hours before the tip so we a lot of time to mess with the poor victims. Well, we got on this guy with the 'you can't dunk' cheer, and I remember Dennis Scott leaning over to him whispering to him, and the guy goes over, grabs a basketball and proceeds to dunk two-handed with a twist and his back to the goal as he slammed it through.
I truly detested King Rice. They beat us by 20 my last year at Duke, and I'd been in line for two years it seemed, waiting to get into that game. After the game, we were all pretty stunned and as I was leaving the court, here comes the King out of the dressing room to do an interview for ESPN. He runs right by me (six inches) and gets in my face and yells 'HAAAAAAAAAAA!'.
Anyway, some of the best times in my life were spent right there in Cameron and I wish for those days to somehow channel back for me. Back then, I didn't really have to pay any bills. Now, a bill seems to come in the mail every two days.
And, JR Reid was known for moving people out of the way in the lane with his backside. Well, they'd put a brand new sound system in Cameron, and we put up that old rap song 'Doin' the butt', and the Blue Devil comes out with at least 5 pillows stuffed into his backside and a Reid jersey on and that song is blaring over the new sound system while the Holes are warming up; we would insert 'JR's gotta big ole butt! Oh yeah!!' into the lines of the song. Reid saw this and seemed pretty inflamed by this little skit. Reid also was involved in some altercation at Shooter's Disco over in Raleigh, so we merely got a good chant going about that, singing 'let's go to Shooter's' (clapx5). This really, really honked him off.
dukestheheat.
The Magid story is definitely true. Saw it myself.
One time Lefty showed up on crutches. One of the Crazies sat right behind him with cructhes. Lefty loved it.
Mrs. Norman Sloan used to sing the national anthem at State games. When State played at Duke, students would dress in drag and ostentatiously sing along with the NA.
Sloan was not amused. Actually, not much amused Norm Sloan. A starker personality contrast than that between Sloan and Valvano can scarcely be imagined.
My favorite occurred in the middle 1980s, when Carolina came to Cameron. Steve Hale was out with a punctured lung. The students chanted in-hale, ex-hale, in-hale,ex-hale at Hale. He loved it. Kudos to all concerned.
Thank you for keying my memory. You're right about those details, and it was stunning to watch. His in-game display was equally as stunning, though far more anxiety-inducing.
Because of that night, especially his pre-game fun, Dennis Scott remained one of my favorite non-Duke players for a long, long time.
DA Butt! That's great. Here's the video for the young ones who don't recall this song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ypcs4c7ihSo
Thank you Jim, and others above. If it was '76 or '77 that would explain why I didn't get to see it. I was, however, present at what must have been the year or two before that when Maryland did lose, and Len Elmore last night again referred to only losing in Cameron once in his career. What he failed to add, of course, is that Maryland was heavily favored in all of those games... Let's take them down yet again this Sunday for old time's sake.
For the record, Duke defeated Maryland 68-59 on 2-26-72 and 85-81 on 2-3-73, both at Cameron. Gary Melchionni had a game for the ages in 1973, with 39 points.
Elmore played in both games.
Duke did not beat Maryland in College Park during Elmore's tenure and Maryland defeated Duke in the 1974 ACCT.
My favorite game in Cameron. Senior night for Johnny, Mark, Jay, Hendu . . . .
And a big Duke victory.
I actually snuck a bottle of champagne into the game. Took the wire basket off the cork with about a minute to go. Dean, of course, somehow made the last minute of game clock time drag out to about 10 minutes. The cork went off by itself somewhere in that time span, never knew where it came down.
Sounded like a gunshot, though.
This thread -- and it's a great one -- has concerned opponents reacting with élan, humor and taste to our Crazies' antics. Please permit me to offer an absolutely factual incident where an adversary behaved in a less-than-classy manner.
During my son-in-law's last year at Fuqua, he was a rabid Crazy and he especially detested UNC (hardly surprising, and certainly appropriate); it's important to understand that Jason is about 5'8" and weighed perhaps 120 pounds. Serge Zwikker was Dean Smith's starting center when the Heels played in Cameron in 1997. Jason had a terrific seat and was able to ride Zwikker mercilessly during warmups and throughout the first half. As the Heels left the floor at halftime, Jason yelled directly into Serge's face, "Hey Zwikker, you suck," at which point Zwikker attempted to jump into Cameron's bleachers to go after Jason. Only the speedy physical cohesion of the Crazies saved Jason from Zwikker (either of whose legs were probably larger than Jason). I often thank our fellow Crazies for permitting our grandchildren to bless our lives.